San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1887-09-07
CHAPTER VIII.

sat down by the fire In my own room to
write home and tell them that could not
stay at the Grange. was angry, proud, in
dignant; but yet at my heart sorrow strug-
gled with rage. 1t was Impossible TO put up
with such insults as Lady Martin P0meroy
heaped upon me; In the privacy OF the
Grange mad disregarded them, because OF
the Kindness OF Annls, the destinations OF
the old house, and the knowledge that my
father and mother would grieve over this
hasty yielding up of such q position as L
was hardly likely to meet with a second
time. But such insOlence as Gwendolne's
before a stranger and gentleman was
simply intOlerable. My cheeks burned as |
recalled her words.
The letter took me long to write In a
dozen ways | tried to explain my conduct.
1t had been a strange week TO me, this last
week In st. Gabrieps Grange. Never had |
been so quickly impressed with like and dis
like Of my fellow creatures; never had per-
sonalties been so swiftly and sharply de-
fined in my mind. Already 1t was az though
i had known them for years Even Gilbert
Gascoigne and Crawford Garden seemed
to know we'll And Of no one of them was
it likely / should ever hear again-whether
Annis dared all for her cOusin-lOyer and
was happy, whether Gilbert was restored to
the favor of his uncle, or was Ousted by the
treachery felt certain would be employed
by Garden. l felt that there was story
hidden in these lives; but the thread would
not be interviewer in my own life. My
thoughts were full of restless bitterness and
resentment, and took up book to strive
to interest myself in that, needing not the
hour struck by the biz clock in the library
below. A gentle tap at the door aroused
me.
Come inr' called.
Perhaps Lucy was sitting up for her mis-
treSs, and had come to offer help to me.
But, instead of Lucy, Annis Farquhar came
III, IN her white dresslng-roDe, with her
golden hair In cloud about her face.
You are back early y cried, startingup.
NO, 1t is you who are late. | saw the
light In your room, and thought l might
venture 70 TAP OH down. please want
!" talk 10 you. gu are ho' ouSy' are your
ON NO, l an not pusy. i
one Alei' uo"n oh 'ie he"itn-ius ny my
WILL ,,o houo Won hoo,, u,ri.ir, ho,,ow,
ohio s.id raising bar hIno eyes onYionoIy 10
NV face "Uava Won haan writing IN cav
Won would NOT ston harny,
"Yes. | have" answered.
Have you quite decded?' she faltered.
Quite. Are you surprised? Would you
have done otherwse?'
81 cannot tell. know we have treated
you shamefully. know that you are just-
fled in leaving us, and that you must hate
u.s. But, Oh-if you would stay, ViolaW
"Do you want me to stay? You are very
different from your sisters. Have not they
been trying to drive me away ever since l
came? WHY can You wish me to stav?"
"Shall tell you? 1t is because want a
friend so much, Viola; and | want YOU to
be that friend. Don't you think you could
care for me%'
She looked up beseechingly and took hold
of my hand.
Dear Annis," l answered, "you have
been kind to me always. But indeed can
not stay to be treated as your sisters treat
me, to be thought of as they think of me-"
II knew nothing of it-of what happened
this mOrning-till saw Gilbert this even
ing; and he told me how rude Gwendoline